Marc A. Pullen - The Many (The Next Ruler) | Текст песни

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Leaving this place would cost you dearly
Forsake your destiny, and you'd pay the price

Drown in a river of your comrades blood
Feel the anger left behind

Fools, I warned you

Face down in the dust it thickens, soaking up the stains and sin
Look around at your comrades, the end is where I begin
Your weak and slow, we've wiped your kind out, the war drums shall beat on
Death is what I'm all about, you can't deny that we have won

The Many
Set free
You are released from this world
Now is your time

You don't deserve an honerable death
You are condemned to a life of disgrace

Wander though this desolate empty land
Die alone and empty it's the fate you were dealt

Fools, I warned you

Face down in the dust it thickens, soaking up the stains and sin
Look around at your comrades, the end is where I begin
Your weak and slow, we've wiped your kind out, the war drums shall beat on
Death is what I'm all about, you can't deny that we have won

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